Chapter 239: Reach Out

Her thin figure trembled, and her limbs instantly seemed to be frozen, cold to the bone.

Her bloodless cheeks were pale, as if stained with a layer of frost, and she looked at the little old man, the corners of her mouth moved, as if a hand had reached into her throat, tugging at her internal organs, laughing hysterically and laughing unscrupulously.

In the cold space of the "demon", she heard her voice almost shivering with coldness, and then, she laughed deeply, laughed and laughed, suddenly, she laughed irrepressibly, and laughed so that a vicious aura shook out all around her body, and the green silk like ink spread out and raised, and the evil aura was revealed.

"I've never wanted to hurt anyone, I've never wanted to hurt anyone, I just want to live, so, can't it" She laughed mockingly, laughing evilly.

The little old man said: "But you can't live, whether it's a human being a fairy or a demon, you will never be allowed to be in this world, no one will allow you to survive, even if you start again, the ending is still the same." ”

"The greatest sin and evil in the world, the product of darkness and filth, the shame of not being accepted, is because I am a demon," she asked angrily, her eyes red with laughter, and she asked sharply.

"It's your destiny. The little old man said.

"But I don't believe in fate" The black and white light on her body triumphed, obscuring all directions, and her eyes were gradually swallowed by darkness.

"You have two more questions to ask. Take a sip of wine, the little old man said.

"I want all the dossiers of the Demon Divine Word Bone. She said.

The little old man waved his hand, and behind him, an ancient box flew out on the bookshelf, the little old man flicked his sleeves, the box opened, and a black fist-sized seed core appeared, and the dark power around the core was intertwined, and the little old man said: "This has all the memories of Yan Gu's life, once opened, it can no longer be changed." ”

She reached out, pinched the seed core, and said, "Change what?"

The little old man said: "Once opened, you are the bones of words, the bones of words are you, the gears of fate will be unstoppable, your friends, your relatives, your lovers, will be crushed in the gears of fate, their flesh and blood will shape your future, their bones will become your throne, every minute and every second of your life will be stained with the blood and life of others, even your children, will also fall into the flames of hell forever, eternal life and eternity, no reincarnation." ”

Child.

The word "child" was like a knife piercing her heart, and her hand holding the seed core trembled, as if an invisible force was pulling at her hand, making it impossible for her to pinch the fragile seed core.

"You have one last question. The little old man tilted his head and took a sip of wine.

Her dark eyes looked at the seed core in her palm silently, her long inky hair was curled up by the wind, and the rolling white robe wrapped tightly around her thin body, she said in a cold voice: "You told me that everything is fate, this is my fate, but who prescribed such a fate and who prescribed my fate."

The little old man said: "All lives are destined by God. ”

She raised her head and laughed mockingly: "But I don't believe in fate, comfort my relatives and friends with my blood, fight wolf enemies with my bones, and defend the love of my life with my soul. ”

The little old man laughed, stood up, and said: "Interesting, interesting, everything is fate, no one can help it, the old man has lived in this Qiankun realm for thousands of years, you are the second to say wild words in a vain attempt to change your life against the sky, little guy, stretch out your hand." ”

She stretched out her hand in confusion, the little old man's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed her hand and pulled it hard, and her soul was instantly pulled away from her body.

Author: In order to let everyone go to bed early, the update will be set at about one o'clock at noon in the future, and the day will be more than four thousand, please go to bed early and take care of your body, thank you

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